a girl's journey north

Won’t you be my neighbor?

I recently moved to a new apartment. I’m living alone now, and I have a story to share. No, this is not going to be about how much I love living alone and cooking in my underwear. This story is even better.

I got home from work, and I decided to lie down for just a few minutes before I began the chore of preparing my dinner (I say prepare because the majority of the time this process involves a microwave). Not thirty seconds after reclining, I hear a loud knocking on my door.

“Hello! Hello! It’s Gilbert.”

Since I do not know a Gilbert, I assumed this was a mistake or maybe the knocking was on my neighbor’s door. The walls are pretty thin. But the knocking continued, and I answered the door. Gilbert launched into rapid-fire speech, “Hey, I locked my keys out of my apartment. Your husband helped me before. I just need to get my keys. Can I come in like last time?”

I was completely confused. I had to explain to Gilbert that I do not have a husband and that I only moved in a week ago. It turns out our windows are perpendicular to each other, and Gilbert had inexplicably locked his keys in his apartment. Our building manager had gone home for the evening, and instead of paying an $80 fee, Gilbert proposed climbing from my window into his own to retrieve said keys.

I was a little unsure about the whole situation (I should mention that Gilbert was missing at least his two front teeth), but for some reason I let the man into my apartment. He did tell me he wasn’t crazy, so that meant something, right?

Once we approached the window, I realized that this was not going to be an easy task. To start, my screen did not open all the way so Gilbert was trying to squeeze himself through a tiny opening to reach the outside edge. Also, our windows were SUPER FAR APART. This was going to be a dangerous ordeal.

As Gilbert hovered on my window ledge, he admitted that he wasn’t the one who climbed through the window last time – it was someone’s (I assume the former tenant of my apartment) girlfriend who was very thin and nimble. After a few minutes and many prayers from Gilbert(“Oh Jesus, Oh Lord”), it was decided that my screen needed to be removed from the window completely. Now he was ready to ‘Spiderman this shit’ as he put it.

Exhibit C: The gray box Gilbert straddled before flinging himself headfirst through his window.

With the help of conveniently placed electric box, Gilbert did eventually make it through his window. But there were moments when I was certain that Gilbert would plummet to the concrete below and I would have to call 911. And what would I say to the paramedics? Endless terrible scenarios ran through my mind. (Can I also say, I haven’t spent that much time staring at a man’s ass that I wasn’t attracted to… in fact, I’ve never stared at any man’s ass for that long.)

Exhibit D: Where Gilbert would have landed had he not been able to ‘Spiderman that shit’.

But the story doesn’t end there. Gilbert returned to my apartment to fix my screen which he had promised to do as he took it off. As he was fumbling with the screen (unsuccessfully), I got some advice:

“I’m so sorry. I’m not handy at all. Never saddle yourself with a useless man. It’s the worst. Make sure you find a man who can fix things. I’m so sorry.”

Well, I waited politely, and then I gave my two cents on the whole screen-reattaching-project. When my advice proved successful:

“Wow, you’re better at this than I am. I’m so sorry. Thanks for helping me out. You’re a good person. You have a good heart. It’ll come back to you.”

Finally, the window was back to normal and the ordeal was over. What a first introduction! I’m convinced that things like this only happen to me. I can sometime be a crazy-magnet. Where’s Mr. Rogers when you need him? Needless to say, I immediately locked my windows upon Gilbert’s exit.

3 responses

Okay, so I’m going to be mother-y and say that you better never, ever, ever let a strange man into your apartment again! I’m glad that Gilbert has a good heart and isn’t a psycho serial killer. That being said, this did make for a pretty awesome story. 🙂